Characters: Andy, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 540: Theft at tw100.
Summary: Although he isn’t one any more, Andy can stop thinking like a police constable.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is breaking and entering,” Andy said, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Even though he was a Torchwood agent now, he still thought like a copper.
“Technically it’s not breaking, just entering,” Ianto said, pushing the door open. “Nifty device, this; it can open any lock.”
“Entering without permission then.”
“Getting permission wasn’t an option; the people who live here are on holiday in Malaga, although why anyone would want to go there…” Ianto led the way inside the dark suburban house, Andy following a bit reluctantly, and closed the door behind them before flicking on a small torch and pulling his scanner out of his pocket. “Right, whatever we’re looking for is this way.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this! I swore to uphold the law and here I am breaking it, sneaking into someone’s home while they’re away to commit a theft.”
“Relax, Andy; it would only be theft if we took something that belongs to the homeowners. All we’re doing is retrieving something that shouldn’t be here. We wouldn’t be doing anyone any favours if we left it and it turned out to be a bomb, or something equally dangerous.”
“I suppose you’re right.”